The Secret Place
Nine years, and four minutes.
Gerald Rask had not died in Naples, Florida, in the February of 2012.
He had been sentenced, in a federal courthouse in Milwaukee, on the ninth of February 2012, to a hundred and eight months.
The reporting is not extensive, because it was 2012 and it was a mid-size regional case and the sums involved were small enough to be a local story.
There are four articles in the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel, one in a trade publication, and an SEC administrative proceeding document that is eleven pages long and is, in its dry way, the most complete account of my wife’s family that exists anywhere.
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